The Separation of Life
Life as unexplained to the little mind
Grown to the desires of teaching
Separated by the essence of value
The little girl and her silver nugget
Will grow to appreciate all
That is of her demand
So be it the little boy of lesser value
With his silver plated nickels in hand
He will appreciate all
That is earned
Friends these two of a wonderful life
Childhood thoughts bring childhood dreams
However, to the child the scheme is vacant
Unlearned in their willingness to play
Walks and talks these children have
In the room of the open wood
Together in games of Robin Hood.
Tens and twelve’s are coming
Teens will begin a new day
The separation of life
By the saturation of value
A rose for you my love but yet,
You give me a whisper
“My mommy says I should never talk to you again
You are not as important as I
Can never be as I am
Though I love you dearly
We can no longer be friends”
A growing young man sits in a room
Of nothing; staring,
At twenty jars of silver plated nickels
A single teardrop falls
“She was to be my wife”
The separation of life.
Copyright © Darren J Mcmurray | Year Posted 2008
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